#stiles will aggressively give him that love

[could-be-gayer]

Choatic Fanfiction Recommendation

How do you feel about Little Red Riding Hood? What about retelling with pop culture twist? What about BAMF red hood? Also, what if gay?

Then you will like this fanfic. This is 'The Tale of Little Red' by rainier_day. A classic fairy tale retelling of Little Red Riding Hood, but Teen Wolf version.

This is a nice story to read after you did not sleep all night reading that monster of fanfic. It is a good one-shot when you want to feel comfy after you read all that angst. This is one of my favorite comfort fics that I go back to again and again as it is a quick, easy read that leaves me feeling satisfied.

This fic sits at 288 kudos, 35 bookmarks, and 3476 hits.

My bookmark note is; 'Stiles, our beautiful red riding hood, who will take down everyone how dares to look at his beloved big bad wolf wrong. Derek, the big bad wolf, is really in love with his scary and beautiful boyfriend'

Also, note there is an allusion to torture

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[nrnyx]

PROMPT: How about Derek and Stiles meeting at a dog adoption event and falling in love over the same dog.

Thank you @steelcodewolf-blog for the prompt!

Stiles ran up to the counter and slammed his application down. “For Sparky!” he gasped out of breath as he’d just sprinted the entire mile to the adoption agency after his jeep broke down. It was finally the day. Stiles was free of his lease agreement and moving into a pet-friendly apartment. He could have a dog - his dog because he’d been visiting Sparky for months now after seeing his cute picture online. 

The animal shelter staff held Sparky as long as they could for him, but he’d been warned that today was their big adoption fair, and Sparky would be part of the group being pushed hardest for adoption. Sparky had already been with them for nearly a year before Stiles showed up, and before that, poor Sparky had been shipped from another shelter in New York. The shelter couldn’t hold him if someone wanted to adopt him. 

Stiles hadn’t been too worried. One of the reasons Sparky was still around was because he was a rather large and somewhat alarming German Shepard mix that might have actually been a wolf-dog, but the shelter didn’t have the funds to test his genetics, to be sure. Sparky had never been aggressive or tried to attack anyone. He was a chill dog that loved belly rubs, so he remained up for adoption. 

The staff even said that Stiles was the only person Sparky had ever shown an interest in. Sparky didn’t really like toys, wasn’t interested in other dogs or attention of any kind really, but he liked Stiles. The staff said he already knew the sound of Stiles's jeep and only ever bothered barking to alert them that Stiles was coming. Stiles adored the old grump right back and had visited him at least once every few days with the hopes that no one else would take notice of just how awesome Sparky was. 

Being a newly graduated college student and an intern with the FBI didn’t exactly bring in the big bucks yet, so Stiles had to wait for his lease to be up in order to find a new place to live that allowed pets. He’d managed to scrape up enough extra money for the rather hefty pet deposit and had Sparky a new bed, food, and dog tags waiting for him in the jeep, which they would have to walk back to, but he was sure Sparky would like the chance to stretch his legs.

It was going to be awesome.

Martha’s face fell as soon as she realized it was him, and Stiles felt his heart falling right along with her look of pity. “Stiles…” she started, but Stiles didn’t give her time to finish.

“Where’s Sparky? Please tell me you didn’t give him to some stranger off the street! I’ve been coming in for months!” Stiles protested in disbelief. How could they betray him? He thought they were all rooting for him and Sparky. He’d told them he would be in by the end of the day. They promised that even if someone tried to adopt, they wouldn’t let Sparky leave the same day. They’d make an excuse to hold him as long as they could for Stiles.

“I’m so sorry, Stiles. I know how excited you’ve been. This must be so heartbreaking for you, but his dad showed up,” the woman explained with actual tears in her eyes. 

Stiles couldn’t find his voice. That had been the last thing he’d expected to hear. “His dad?” he finally managed to get out. “His dad?”

“Yes, he had proof -” 

“He lost him! He lost him for over a year, and you’re just going to let him walk in and take him! Just like that? Clearly, the guy wasn’t a responsible dog parent to begin with. I mean, what kind of evidence did this guy have?”

“Uh Stiles…” Martha tried to interrupt, but Stiles was on a roll. There was no way Sparky was going anywhere with anyone but him. 

“Because photos can be photoshopped, and videos can be falsified. I know! I work for the FBI. Who is this guy? I want to see some I.D. and this so-called evidence. No one is leaving here with Sparky until I hear this assholes side of the story because there’s no way Sparky - ”  

“Jacks,” a male voice spoke up from beside him, and Stiles was momentarily left speechless as he turned and caught sight of, frankly, the most attractive guy he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he’d gone to school with Jackson Whittmore. 

“Holy shit, adopt me,” Stiles mumbled before his brain-to-mouth filter could catch up.

The guy's eyebrows did something impressive. “What?” 

“What?” Stiles asked back equally as dumbfounded. Honestly, he was just as surprised as anyone at what came out of his mouth sometimes. 

“Stiles, uhh… meet Sparky’s…  I’m sorry. I mean Jacks’s dad, Derek Hale,” Martha introduced as Stiles's big brain tried to get back online. “Apparently, Jacks was stolen about a year ago. His dad’s been looking for him ever since. He tracked him down here all the way from New York. Crazy, right?” Martha laughed nervously as she looked between the two.

Stiles eyed Derek Hale for a long moment and already felt himself accepting this new disappointing reality. The guy looked like Sparky’s dad. They both had a certain wolfishness about them that was undeniable. Honestly, Derek Hale had to be the most dedicated dog dad in the world to have tracked his lost dog all the way across the continent. 

Stiles felt himself deflating. “I’m glad you guys are reunited. I’m sure Sparky - I mean Jacks is pumped to see you again.”

Derek fished his phone from his pocket and turned it so Stiles could see the screen saver, which was truthfully the most adorable picture of the two together and obviously happy. “After he was taken, it took me a while to track him down. I found out that a shelter in New York shipped him to the West Coast, thinking he’d have a better chance of being adopted, but they couldn’t tell me where he ended up. I started checking shelters in Washington and was working my way down the coast when I saw an ad for today’s event. Jacks picture was part of it.”

“I’m glad you found him,” Stiles offered again, unable to look at the guy as he said it even though he did mean it. He couldn’t even get that kind of dedication out of a boyfriend. This guy was like a superhero or something. “Cool, well I gotta go…” 

Derek opened his mouth to say something, but Jimmy from the back was calling for him. Stiles knew Jimmy was the one who typically got the adopted dogs ready and brought them out to greet their new owners. He needed to get out of there. Stiles didn’t think he could say goodbye to Sparky- well, Jacks, which was a much more suitable and dignified name, he supposed. 

Derek, with his man stubble and leather jacket, looked like a guy who would own a dog named Jacks. 

More proof that they fit together.

While Derek was distracted, Stiles slipped away, shoulders slumped as he started the long walk back to his jeep. About halfway there, a familiar bark froze him in his tracks. Stiles turned just in time to see a black pickup slowing down to a stop beside him. The passenger window was down, and Jacks's big head was sticking out of it. 

“Do you live around here?” Derek called from the driver's side as he leaned out of the way of Jack’s aggressively thumping tail. 

Jacks whined, and Stiles immediately reached out to soothe him, running a hand over his massive ears and scratching how he knew Jacks liked. This earned him a great big lick across his face in return. Stiles laughed, swatting playfully, but Jacks only pushed closer, beginning to lick Stiles in earnest.

“That’s amazing. The shelter told me about you visiting him. I didn’t believe them at first. Jacks has never taken to… well, anyone else really,” Derek spoke up again, amusement clear in his voice as Stiles tried to fend off all the affection being lavished on him. Jacks had never been quite this excited to see him either, but it was a very welcome shift after the heartbreak he’d been feeling a moment ago. 

At least Stiles knew Jacks would miss him too. “Yeah, me and him… we kind of bonded while he was waiting on you.” Stiles shrugged in reply taking a small step back and almost giving in again when Jacks whined in protest.

Derek glanced at Jacks, before reaching out and patting him on the back in a reassuring way. “They said he was pretty depressed before you came around. Wasn’t eating much or leaving his kennel,” Derek explained. Stiles hadn’t known that part, but he was glad he helped Jacks until Derek found him. It was at least some comfort he could take home with him.

“I should uh… get back to my jeep,” Stiles said, pointing his thumb in the direction he was walking. 

As much as he liked seeing Jacks he really wanted to get home and have a good cry in private. Not only was he losing Jacks, but Jacks owner happened to be an insanely hot guy right out of Stiles's fantasies and entirely out of his league. It just reminded Stiles of exactly how lonely he was these days. Loneliness and his last breakup had been the whole reason Stiles was on the shelter’s page looking at adoptable dogs in the first place. 

“It’s parked a little down the road. I need to call a tow,” Stiles felt the need to explain, hoping his ears weren’t as red as they probably were. It was a bit embarrassing, but the jeep had been his mom’s, and he only had a few more years as a lowly FBI intern before he could afford to get it fixed properly. Maybe he could get his pet deposit back. That would help pay for the tow truck he was going to need to call. 

 Derek leaned over to unlatch the door. “Hop in. I’ll drive you down there and take a look. I’m a mechanic.”

Stiles couldn’t help how his mouth fell open. Could this guy be any more perfect? The only thing that would be better was if he were - 

“And maybe you’ll let me and Jacks take you to dinner… you know, as a thank you for looking out for him.” Derek sent him a wolfish smile that had probably seduced the panties off of hundreds of college co-eds back in his day. Stiles wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he could now be bunched into that category. 

“Uhh yeah okay…” Because what else was he going to say. Jacks moved over a bit to give him room, and as soon as Stiles settled, he had a lap full of wolfdog. 

Derek threw his head back and laughed. “Doesn’t look like he’s going to be letting you leave so easily.”

Stiles cleared away the lump in his throat and buried his face in Jacks soft fur. “I don’t mind.”

[voidpetrova]

stiles would def talk u through it

your bodies collided with an almost aggressive passion as stiles' pelvis drove into yours, hips colliding as he practically began rutting against you, savoring the friction—savoring the way your cunt swallowed him whole, gripping his cock with an intensity that barely allowed him to pull out. he hit your sweet spot with every thrust, each attack more brutal than the previous one.

he loved to touch you. he loved having his hands all over your body, exploring every inch of skin. every curve and every surface was violated, your softest bits littered with hickies. he was messy, he was desperate. he was practically drooling because the high he so desperately chased was absolutely insatiable.

you squirmed from beneath him, your body quivering under his touch. the stimulation was too much for you—your boyfriend was big, so incredibly big and girthy and he knew exactly how you liked to be fucked. he knew how to make you see stars, and he used it to his advantage. your legs were on his shoulders, giving him absolute access to your pussy. he leaned forward, leaving sloppy kisses all over your face to balance out the sheer desire coursing through your veins. he was quick to notice how fast you crumbled, how quick you were to give in. it made his heart melt as much as it made his dick hard.

“doing s'good for me, princess,” he practically purred in your ear. he had his right hand on your throat, fingers wrapped around your jaw, tilting it up and pressing the side of your face against his as he quickened his pace, his balls slapping against your ass in an absolutely sinful way. “i got you, baby, i'm right here.” he talked you through it all, he knew it helped. you liked the way you had all the power over him. nobody made stiles as crazy as you did—nobody made him as horny as you did. you knew it from the way the animalistic growls left his mouth, to the way his thrusts became as sloppy as his kisses—lips and tongue trailing from your mouth to your tits as he fueled his own need to cum into you.

“keep those legs up, j's like that,” he'd keep your legs spread even further apart, his veiny hands gripping your thighs, nails digging into the soft flesh as he pounded into you. you felt so good, velvety walls milking his cock greedily, sucking all the cum he had to offer you. “that's a good fucking girl.”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hii! I'd really appreciate if you could recommend me fics where Stiles leaves Beacon Hills and makes new friends. (He may or may not return to BH later) thank you!

I do!

The Truth of It by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 2,158 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek took the picture late one night the summer between Stiles’ junior and senior years of college, the last of their four summers together.

Or not-together. The last of their four summers of whatever it was they were to each other in those years, fucking nonstop and spending nearly every waking moment together for three months at a time, both of them aggressively maintaining the it’s-just-sex-it-doesn’t-mean-anything rule they set their very first time together, the night of the pack’s high school graduation party when, slightly drunk, Stiles kissed him for the first time, determined and eager, heart pounding in Derek’s ears.

Not Your Emissary by sapphireginger

(1/1 I 2,428 I Teen I Steter)

Stiles squeezed his mate’s hand to soothe the angered alpha and watched Scott puff out his chest in a pitiful attempt to be intimidating. “No.”

“NO?!” Scott growled. “What do you mean no? This isn’t negotiable. You're my pack!”

“Am I?” Stiles asked calmly.

Scott hesitated and nodded firmly. “Yes.”

Stiles shrugged one shoulder. “I love Peter and he loves me. I’m not leaving with you, and you can’t make me.”

“Wanna bet?!” Scott snarled.

Peter’s control was rock solid, airtight, never faltering. His presence alone was enough to drive fear into the hearts of most. It was always a turn on to see the alpha put people in their places. 

We'll be Better Around the Second Time by Cantabo

(12/12 I 26,589 I Mature I Sterek)

It's been months. Months of fading contact with the pack. Months of the silent treatment from his father. Months of nothing but himself and the occasional lesson with Deaton to entertain him.

It's too much, and eventually, Stiles leaves.

For years, everything goes great, until of course his dad gets injured, and he is suddenly forced to deal with people he thought he left behind in his past for good.

OR: Stiles gets pushed out of the pack, hits the road, makes new friends, learns how to grow up, and falls in love.

Abraca-Fuck-You! by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 28,906 I Mature I Sterek)

“Who needed you?” Stiles asked, uncapping his water.

“Hm?” Cole had been looking out at something in the field, and he focussed back on Stiles then. “What?”

“You said it comes about when someone needs us. Who needed you?”

He probably shouldn’t have asked, because Cole looked sad all of a sudden. Like he hadn’t thought about becoming a Sorcerer in a long time. Stiles could see that being what he was had cost him greatly, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to run into the same problem.

“A friend,” Cole said quietly. “Someone who was very dear to me. But I didn’t get there fast enough.”

Stiles paused in recapping his water, pressing his lips together. “What happened?”

“I waited too long to help them.”

At Our Ex-Spence by sapphireginger

(26/31 I 41,923 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles is ready to leave Beacon Hell Hole-Beacon Hills-behind. An offer to join the FBI is his ticket out of there. A blue eyed wolf follows along, and Stiles doesn't mind a bit.

On the other side of the US an amber eyed man puts on his glasses and gets out of bed. His first day at the FBI is almost here. "Stu?" the man's girlfriend calls out. "Coming!" he replies and rejoins her in their bedroom.

Stiles is about to start his FBI training. He meets two people of major significance on his first day. Life gets even more complicated, and he has so many questions. However, he's not sure who he trusts to give him the correct answers-to give him the truth.

I've Been Everywhere With You by Leslie_Knope

(10/10 I 61,551 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Dude, you should totally come with me.”

“What? Like on the road trip?"

“No, come with me. To Austin. Get out of Beacon Hills.”

Derek paused. “What?” he asked again.

When It Comes To Being Lucky by sterekcrush

(46/? I 157,701 I General I Sterek)

Derek Hale doesn't do love. He's tried twice; the first time it made him a killer, and the second time cost him his whole world.

So he doesn't do love, and he definitely doesn't love Stiles. He doesn't care about Stiles' new powers or the fact that Stiles has been talking to Derek's dead mother, or even the fact that for some reason supernatural creatures from all over the country are sending Stiles offers of courtship.

But when Stiles claims he's not part of Derek's pack and takes off for parts unknown...well, maybe Derek cares a little after all.

Guardian by Lerya 

(100/100 I 202,041 I Mature I Steter)

After Stiles finally realises how little he means to Scott, and how little his opinions and even his research mean to the 'true Alpha', he's had enough. With most of the original Hale pack getting away from the Hellhole that is Beacon Hills, he prepares to do the same. The extra addition wasn't planned, but most welcomed, as was an invite by the counsel.

He could do this, going around the world, helping other Supernaturals, getting to know the world, and learning about himself and the community.

Manipulated by DearDaisy (Scribblesnpaws)

(30/30 I 221,251 I Mature I Sterek)

Nine years ago, Scott kicked Stiles out of the pack. Stiles left and never returned. But now his dad has been hurt, so Stiles returns to take care of him. No one knows the truth of what happened back then, not even Scott or Stiles. But that's about to change.

[dazzlinghazefics]

Issac Lahey x Reader : Secrets

Issac Lahey x witch!reader ;

angst ( lil' bit) ;

Issac Lahey had just one friend, i.e., you.

The poor troubled boy always had trouble in his plate with his father after his brother was slain in combat, as Mr. Lahey always blamed his younger son for the elder one's death and there was no form of physical and mental torture he didn't inflict upon.

You were Issac's neighbor and his only escape from the reality.

You both were close knit until the day he became a werewolf, thanks to Derek Hale.

You knew Issac was a werewolf he moment you watched him bump on Scott aggressively in the lacrosse field. The bite had worked.

You were a witch yourself, the bloodline from a famous coven of them, so you knew the supernaturals. And not to mention you knew Derek Hale very well, the new Alpha in town, whom you saw more as an elder brother than a wolf.

You were working with him from the shadows and even if he didn't admit it, Derek knew he wouldn't have lasted long without you, his little witchy by his side.

Although you began contemplating whether it was right to let him be a werewolf while watching Issac taking the school in a storm in leather jackets and cocky attitude.

He had completely turned his back away from you after the bite had transformed him and was hanging out more with his fellow wolves ( as expected.)

What you didn't knew is that Isaac was doing it all just because he didn't want to hurt you or face the thought of you leaving him after knowing what he had become.

You knew deep down your heart that this was bound to happen, but it couldn't stop your stupid freakin' heart from bleeding.

You love him. You love Issac Lahey. You have loved him always.

And couldn't help but be jealous of Erica and the girls Issac flirted with.

How much you wanted to run to him and tell him you know what he is and reveal what you are.

But you couldn't.

Not until it's the time too.

And you resolved to give the same cold treatment he was giving you, after that.

______________________________________________________________

A loud crash was heard as Derek dropped to the ground, unable to get up. Isaac tries to defend his Alpha by charging when Allison comes in front of him and attacks with the ring knives.

What an idiot! you scoff.

The fight and dramatics goes on for a while until you decide to step in when Gerard yells, 'Kill them all!' after his body rejects the bite due to mountain ash.

 'Phasmatos Ossox'. you mumble as your eyes glow purple and the Kanima, aka Jackson's bones start to break with huge sound and he drops Allison.

You let the spell last for a while because you don't want Jackson to die, even though you have a good amount of dislike for him.

'Y/N?' Scott gasps as you step in from the shadows.

'I had a plan too, McCall.' you smirk and send Derek a wink, who smiles smugly, standing up.

'What are you?' Allison asks, between her coughs.

'A witch, sweetheart.' you smirk, cockily. Your attitude catches everyone off guard except the Hales, who knew you were a girl with many shades.

Issac just stays rooted in his spot, shocked.

Peter scoffs in his place, 'Dearest nephew rubbed his dramatic entrances on others very well.'

At the end of the day, after all the drama, you all were in Derek's loft, with you being the centre of attraction, sitting on the table, with your legs dangling and the attitude of 'I own this place.'

'You're a witch? How come we didn't smell you? And why didn't you tell us?' Scott is the one who speaks after a long moment of silence.

'I can mask my supernatural scent very well. I always opted to stay out of trouble but couldn't help but involve when Derek became the Alpha. I owe Talia and him a lot.'

Derek smiles a bit from his spot.

Stiles screeches at the smile and turns to you, ' Why didn't you approach Issac then, when he was pushing you away? You knew right he's a were wolf!'

'Who do you think gave the idea to Derek of giving the bite to Curly?'

A ghostly smile crept on Issac's lips as he continued being silent.

Curly.

The damn old nickname.

And it flickered in him. Hope. Hope of getting you back and then you won't be refused when he'll apologize and ask for forgiveness.

' Am hungry! Der Bear, Mexican tonight!' you yell after the pack had dispersed ( after almost two hrs of interrogation), except Issac, whom you were avoiding, more clearly giving him back what he had given you.

It's going to be a long night.

But in the end, he will get you.

And he'll confess what he had been hiding for years.

[thebigoblin]

play stupid games

tags: Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Cheesy, Fluff, Derek Hale is a Softie, Implied Sexual Content

a/n: inspired by a reel on instagram. and the title is from Taylor's song "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince."

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The tabs opened on his chrome browser make no sense. Not one bit. But he supposes that's just a representation of his own mind, and his morbid curiosity, and whose fault is that, really? No one's. Perhaps his mom's — but no more than it's his dad's to have given him his obsession with everything non-sensical. His dad just has to find patterns, and really, maybe his entire problem is that he is the combination of two very weirdly specific people.

What was he working on, again?

He squints at the tabs. There's too many of them, the edges stuck together so close it's like one long continuous tab instead, but he can see the lines between them, even if deciphering which tab is what is proving difficult. He could have used separate windows, but oh no, all sane ideas come to him after things are said and done.

Seriously, what was he working on?

"What are you working on?"

"What the fuck!"

The sound of another person in the room, so close to his ear, hot breath on the left side of his neck, has him jumping and flailing on his desk chair.

Rough and familiar hands grab him so that he doesn't brain himself against the floor by falling right off the chair, and he curses, because this is his life.

Once he's sitting straight, he glares up at the smirking asshole beside him. "Fuck you," he says, with feeling. "I'm giving you a bell for Christmas!"

Derek's lips tick upwards, like ha ha, that's funny. Funny that Stiles thinks he could get away with that. "My birthday gift has to be something good, then."

"I'll show a good gift!"

"That's what I am saying, Stiles."

"Ugh, you're fucking annoying." He's still glaring up at Derek, the angle not kind to his neck, so he looks back down at the screen. Derek just moves closer, a line of heat against his side that has Stiles' anger nearly melting off, but no! He'll persist.

Distraction. Yes. That is what he needs, so he clicks his mouse rather aggressively and moves the arrow to one of the tabs randomly. The title of it hovers over the tab as he does so, and Stiles wonders what could have prompted him to look at a YouTube video of making a DIY skirt from old clothes.

"You would look good in a short red skirt." Derek says this right into his left ear, his lips moving along his skin, from the top of his ear to the bottom of it, and because he's obnoxious, Derek bites his earlobe, too.

"Go away!" He slaps at Derek's chest, but his boyfriend only laughs at his half-hearted attempts. "Nuh uh, you're distracting me and I- I have work!"

"What work?"

Stiles doesn't really remember.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Derek just laughs some more, his hands wrapping around Stiles' shoulders, and Stiles pouts. "Search something for me."

"You have your own smartphone and internet, Distractingwolf!"

"But I also have you," Derek states this, a smile in his voice, and hey, it's true.

Stiles rolls his eyes and mutters, "Sap," before asking, "What?"

"I want to check something, but there's a condition."

Stiles cocks his eyebrow, just like Derek does. He's been spending too much time with Derek, and it's because of shit like this: Derek likes to climb the side of the Sheriff's house, get inside the Sheriff's barely-legal son's bedroom, and spend time either glaring at Stiles, pushing him onto surfaces like the door and walls and the bed and kissing him, or making him do random internet searches that 99% of the time happens to be information of a new supernatural creature they have to deal with.

Point is, Stiles has been spending too much time with Derek, and he loves it a fucking lot.

"Condition, huh? You getting kinky on me, Sourwolf?"

Derek moves around his chair so that his bulging biceps and sexy, veiny arms — that he knows are there below the leather jacket and the henley because he's seen his boyfriend shirtless, even if unfortunately they haven't wandered down to pantless situations — brackets him between the desk and the chair. The movement also pushes his chair further towards the desk, just a little, and Derek's chin rests on top of Stiles' hair.

"Maybe." Stiles' whole body shivers at the thought of it. They haven't had sex, but Stiles yaps about it, thinks about it often. Wants to take Derek in his mouth, wants Derek to have his way with him. He wants, and wishes, for Derek to be inside him — pound him so hard he forgets what life is, just for a moment or two or more. He's seen the alpha strength, and it's too much. Perfect. "Stiles."

"You can't blame a guy for wanting to have sex with his hot werewolf boyfriend," he retorts, huffing at the reprimand. "I can wait until you are ready, and I will, but I can think about it, can't I?"

Derek doesn't answer him, just puts his hand over Stiles' on the mouse and moves it the way he likes it. Stiles wants to be that, a ragdoll under Derek's ministrations, and nope, he can't pop a boner right now. He wants sex, but he respects Derek. But he's also a healthy ninetenn-year-old young man, and there goes his dick in his sweatpants, chubbing up like a balloon being filled with air.

Derek opens up a new window and goes to Google, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles' thigh. Stiles' breath hitches.

"Stiles," Derek's voice is low, his sex-voice. They've never done handjobs, or blowjobs, or any real dick-on-dick or hand-on-dick or mouth-on-dick action, but they have done phone sex, and about 50% of Stiles' brain, at this point, is filled with how Derek sounds when he's turned on, commanding. Close to coming, post-pleasure. Stiles knows this voice, too.

"You don't have to do anything you're not ready to," Stiles says, and he means it. Derek's head dips down and he kisses Stiles on the neck, a silent acknowledgement — Derek knows Stiles won't force him. It's okay.

"You always say 'hot werewolf boyfriend.' Not just 'hot boyfriend.' Why."

"Inflection, alpha, that's a thing." Derek pinches his thigh, and Stiles lets out a small sound at the sudden action, then grins. "You are a hot werewolf." He turns his head, pulls with his own free hand, his left hand, the one not trapped beneath Derek's on the mouse, and has Derek's head turn towards him. He kisses him, sure once, sure twice, and third time just because. Derek's eyes are intense on him as he pulls back. "I like all of you. I'd shout it out of the rooftops of all the buildings in the town if I was allowed to, Derek."

Derek smiles, and Stiles' heart beats triple time in his chest, which suddenly feels too small for everything Derek makes him feel.

They stare at one another for one more moment, and then they turn towards the screen, the cursor having moved on the screen, evidently because of their absent grip on the mouse. Derek takes his hand back and Stiles misses the warmth, but he dutifully leans forward to type in Derek's enquiry of the evening.

"Stiles, kiss me if I'm wrong, but Dinosaurs still exist, right?"

Stiles' hand spams on top of the keyboard.

He waits for the punchline to come.

When it doesn't, he gets up, turns, flails at his dork of a boyfriend, who is grinning at him, cocky and full of shit, and punches him in the chest.

"I take it back. I don't want anybody to know you belong to me. Fuck you, Derek Hale."

"Actually, I asked for a kiss, and only on the condition that I'm wrong."

"Oh, you're so, so wrong, you jerk, and you're gonna pay for it."

Stiles has now pulled the uno reverse card and boxed in Derek against his bed. Derek cocks his eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah, oh. You're gonna kiss me, like, a 1000 times! That was the worst pick up line ever, what the fuck, who is teaching you these things?!"

Stiles pushes Derek onto his bed and starts peppering kisses on Derek's forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and of course, his lips. After a while, Derek flips them over, and they cuddle, and then they lazily make-out until their lips are swollen and red.

Derek is asleep after that, and thank god for his dad's out of town police conference, and Stiles falls asleep, too.

And that's how Stiles completely forgets about his presentation due on Monday, which is a day after.

(Derek helps him with it, and they spend the whole of Sunday making out, cuddling, and trying to out-do each other with worse and worse pick-up lines. Derek wins, because apparently he is the king of those, and Stiles just falls in deeper, his chest feels even smaller, and his feelings for Derek just seem like something he can't possibly have, too precious and important and so, so much).

[uofcosmos]

liam dunbar bf hcs

sfw

- always gets up freakishly early for lacrosse practice

- tries not to wake you up but he makes so much noise in the morning you get up anyways

- mostly the little spoon but when he is the big spoon he wraps himself around you like he's your backpack

- always has his head on your shoulder either from behind you in a backhug or leaning his head onto you when you're sitting together

- never does PDA in front of stlies though

- chronic whiner, always complaining and whining about something

- you try to record him when he's in one of those moods and as soon as he sees it he starts acting macho

- its lowkey an ick

- he's such a brat and doesn't listen to anyone but as soon as you say something he turns super agreeable- it makes mason super upset

- chronic pinkie-linker

- gaming nights with him turned sleepovers because he literally doesn't let you go after

- you guys would get super serious about iphone games and always try to beat each others high scores

- you know how guys lose on purpose ?? he's not doing that shit

- you always keep up with him though, but he refuses to give you credit

- your first genuine fight would be about a game because he refuses to back down

- would really be into doing "secret projects" for you like knitting you something, or baking you something, and makes sure that you know "how hard and difficult it was :(( "

- he's lowkey really bad at all of it though

- you know the whole "this one's for you babe" thing, he'd do that but he'd whisper it to himself before taking a shot "this one's for y/n"

- whenever something happens, he always asks scott to look out for you and makes sure you're okay- you guys love taking walks in parks and walking through cute trails in beacon hills

- you'd have lots of spots in the beacon hills forest

- scott and stiles love having you around because it tames liam so much more

- he doesn't let theo talk to you

- after theo finally gets to talk to you he looks and liam and gives him a little smirk "liam you were keeping this from me ??"

- he loves braiding your hair and figuring out cute little hairstyles for you

- he would keep a hairtie on his wrist all the time in case you need it

- he would love when you play with his hair and scratch his head

nsfw under the cut !! mdni

- he would be a top and leans more submissive

- sometimes he's tired from lacrosse and just loves fucking you while you're spooning

- he'd be really really enthusiastic about getting head, you could use it as leverage for anything

- would be the type to tear up

- around full moons, he gets a lot more aggressive

- really be into biting, like you'd have to have a conversation about it after the first time

- he'd be into hickeys in places that are easy to see, so you'd have a harder time covering it up

- has sensitive ears

- gets off on you complimenting his body because he worked so hard for it

- crazy stamina

- he'd be into you edging him

- but it would take absolutely nothing for him to start begging you to let him finish

- he'd get extremely pink - pink-cheeked, pink-lipped, pink-nosed, pink-eared

- lowkey shit at aftercare in the beginning, but he'd work on it

- after you guys finish, he'd need to be attached to you for at least 3-4 hours

[outtoshatter]

This week's author spotlight goes to the fantastic and lovely @missanniewhimsy!!

Fics to Read:

Brave in the Shadows | NR | 5k tags: space, war, epistolary, open ending, angst Summary: Derek pulls his phone out as soon as he’s in the kitchen.

You have no new messages.

It’s the same every day.

Here Together | T | 10k tags: gaming, speedrunning, glitch hunting, online friendship Summary: In which Derek is a world-record holding speedrunner, Stiles is the glitch hunter who's found some of the biggest strats for the run and Derek's second most annoying mod. Small crushes get blown wide open when Derek invites Stiles to do commentary for a major run and they finally have a chance to meet in person.

Worthy | G | 1k tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, they both deserve nice things Summary: Stiles took a breath, then another, eyes locked on Derek’s. He shook his head, willing himself to calm down. “It--it’s been a while.”

Fics to Hear:

little boy lost | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: single parent Stiles, magic Stiles, deputy Derek, autumn Summary: If someone asked Stiles to write a parenting book, Stiles would say the best and most important rule is to love your kid. Just love the hell out of them, and make sure they know it.

The second most important rule would be don’t turn your back on a curious three year old with supernatural speed.

Stiles is currently failing at the second rule. Badly.

i went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees | T | 2-2.5 hours tags: fallen angels, guardian angels, rest stop Summary: Stiles is a crossroads demon operating out of a rest stop Subway, Derek is a guardian angel whose family has passed on. When Derek decides to stick around, the Jacob Campbell Southbound Rest Area gets interesting. Well, more interesting than it already was.

(aka the prompt generator drabble that grew legs and turned into an meditation on grief, guilt, responsibility, and the redemptive power of unconditional love.)

And When I Wake You're There I'm Saved | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: space, kidnapped Derek, kidnapped Stiles, no torture Summary: "Derek," Stiles says, firm. His hand is warm on Derek's shoulder. "I'll be okay."

"You didn't leave me," Derek argues. "How can you expect me to leave you?"

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Oh my god, it'll be fine. Even if I am captured, I'm just a boring human. They wanted you for your Lycan blood."

Derek crosses his arms. Mainly so he doesn't wrap his hands around Stiles' throat in an attempt to throttle some sense into him. "That's fine. But this isn't a time when being a boring human is an asset. This is a time when being a boring human results in a shot to the head."

"Derek," Stiles says again. He steps closer, so Derek is surrounded in his scent, his chemosignals—namely unwavering, resolute determination, distinctively sharp and entirely unbreakable—clouding Derek's mind. "You'll come back for me." He sounds so sure, and he can tell the exact moment Derek gives in. Because Derek somehow always gives in to Stiles.

"I'll come back for you," he confirms. "And you better not be dead."

Stiles grins, eyes sparkling with far too much humour for someone who potentially just sacrificed himself for a surly Lycan and bunch of strangers. "You do say the sweetest things."

In Progress:

[podfic] Fractured Starlight | M | 9/34 chapters tags: hurt/comfort, amnesia fic, witch Stiles, blood and gore, alpha Derek Summary: Stiles is driving home when a werewolf pops out of his trunk like a demented jack-in-the-box, aggressive, confused, and with no memory of who he is or how he got in there. Stiles has no choice but to take him through the protected borders of Willow Pass so he can figure out what's going on and if this strange werewolf is a danger to his coven.

Go check out allll of misswhimsy's fics on their AO3 page! Don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment!

[gege-wondering-around]

Eli and Stiles' jeep

I've been thinking recently and I have a few theories about Eli in general and why, at the end of the movie, the Sheriff gives him Stiles' jeep.

Number one:

Maybe, since Stiles isn't in the movies and we all know how many people in the Teen Wolf fandom likes him, the director though that it would've been a good idea to put in the movie another character to 'replace' Stiles.

Cause if you look close enough to the two of them, Eli and Stiles have so many similarities or even scenes in common.

Eli, as we all well know, have the same sarcasm style as Stiles (and let me say, no he didn't take it from Peter even tho he is sarcastic too. Peter is way more passive aggressive with his tongue)

Eli has a very similiar fashion style to Stiles (maybe they even wear some clothes that are the same - but I haven't investigated that so this is all an hypothesis)

Do you remember the famous flashback Stiles had while he explained how he helped Derek evade the FBI's scanners and radars? Well, after he explained it 'wrong' Derek corrected him, reminding him how he had to be carried out by Derek cause he shot his foot. And that same scheme of action -Derek carrying Stiles around while he whines in pain - comes back in the movie. Derek carrying Eli the same way after he sprained his ankle and whining to his father to put him down.

They also act very similiar if not the same. The expressiveness, the exaggerated hands gestures, the 'let me say this crap in the wrong moment' kinda attitude and also - MAYBE - they both go after a love intereste that doesn't reciprocate their love. (When Eli is in the jeep at the red light he sees a girl in the car next to him and prepare to act all cool - but fails...)

How they both cannot play lacrosse for the life of them or if you wanna say it another way, how they kinda suck at it. (I'm not gonna elaborate further, they have some problems with that game and I'll let that be) and how they both somehow managed to score a point during a game when initially, they weren't even supposed to be on the field that day.

They both have an innate awkwardness with multiple people around, especially if they don't know these people or if they feel like these people doesn't like or approve of them somehow (this could be a whole another post itself, maybe it'll be...)

How they are both raised by single fathers (or at least, that how it seems for Eli, since we know nothing about the mother)

And lastly for this round, how they both are 'insanely' attached to that jeep (Eli cause he wanna 'play around' with his father knowing that the man have 'complicated feelings' about the jeep. Stiles cause it was his mother's and how he keeps reparing it as best as he can throughout the whole show)

So, maybe he was put in the movie to fill Stiles' absence?

Number two:

Whether or not Eli was put in the show to replace Stiles' type of character and have a consistency with characteristics and personality portrait by both, why did they make him Derek's son?

Because they could've made him Peter's son as well, or Chris' cousin even - if they pushed it that far - and also, couldn't he simply be a teenager who ends up involved with the nogitsune, for all another set of reasons?

Making him Derek's son, even if it could simply be the easy way out to add Eli, has to have some meaning somehow, or at least i personally hope and believe so.

Cause maybe Eli is there to tell us something or confirm something else:

Maybe Eli, who's so similar to Stiles, has been made as Derek's son to show us how - somehow and maybe - Stiles was in contact with him while he grow up and that could explain their similarities.

Maybe Eli is 'living proof' of Stiles being Derek's anchor (as it was confirmed in a script of an episode that later was changed due to difficulties with scheduling the actors) and how he - Stiles - could've had a significant impact in Eli's life, either through Derek's stories of him or Stiles being actively present.

Maybe Eli - detaching the argument from Stiles - could mean the second possibility that Derek has to be a 'good role model', which he wasn't for Scott, Isacc, Boys and Erica (despite the fact he did his best in the only way he knew, he surely looked as 'not someone you would wanna learn from' )

Maybe Eli, destipe all odds, could just be... Eli!

But still, it remains strange to me how our good little Eli is so much like Stiles and also Derek's son, cause we - shippers and non-shippers - all know that these two characters clearly had something going on...

Number three:

Leaving out the why 'Derek's son' and why 'Stiles' copy', as we all know at the end of the movie the Sheriff gives Eli the jeep, but why?

We all know how madly in love Stiles is with the jeep and how it belonged to his dear mother before being his and the Sheriff was there seeing both of them running around the city with the old thing.

It leaves me perplexed how Noah - the Sheriff - decided to give the beloved jeep to Eli after his father died, but at the same time it makes very much sense. Let me explain.

There are a few reasons of why it leaves me perplexed and with many questions, which range is pretty vast.

Why giving the jeep 'away' after it belonged to the Stilinski family for +30 years?

Does Stiles knows about this?

Is Stiles never going to drive it again or he decided to leave the jeep behind? (To which I say, why would he ever do that after he didn't give up on it when it broke down in the middle of the desert, in mexico)

But with this said, if you look at it from another prospective it makes quite sense.

Why Noah 'gave away' - or to better say, gave to someone else - the only thing he had left of his wife and son (since Stiles is away for the majority of the time due to his work probably)?

Did Noah gave it to Derek to help him cope with Stiles being away? (If so, how come Noah knows something or, when he spoke to Eli during Derek's funeral, did he lie when he said "Derek towed it in", without saying that he gave it to Derek himself or did he simply omitted that part ?)

Noah gave the jeep to Stiles after his mother died, he gave his son something to hold onto while the grieved the loss of his mother, while also giving him something to remember her. The jeep is basically the symbol - if you wanna be poetic about this, which I'll be - of his mother's love for him.

It's the only piece left of her that actually serves a purpose and not only something which function is to remember someone who died (like it could be a photo or a ring).

Stiles takes care of the jeep like it's a living thing cause it's the only thing in the world he has of his mother, a mother who in the last moments of her life, couldn't even remember or recognize her own son. So Stiles lives her memories through the jeep and within it, that's why he never left it for anything, not a single reason was strong enough to his ears to make him leave it behind. Cause in the end it would mean leave his mother also behind, which he doesn't want to do.

And then, Stiles is gone to live the FBI agent life and the jeep ends up in Derek's hands who puts it all back together - maybe with something more strong that duct tape - and Noah is fully aware of this and how, the big old scary wolf, decided to take upon himself to repair the old thing that Stiles loved and treasured so much during his whole life.

Then the jeep is back to function and Eli has some fun with it, despite - or maybe in spite of - knowing about:

Your father had complicated feelings about that jeep

(Said by Noah)

And that:

He hated that jeep

(Said by Eli)

Because in the end, despite these sentences are said at the end of the movie, Eli knew about it anyway. Somehow he did.

Eli knew and kept getting the jeep, maybe without his father even knowing about it at times.

(And then Noah would call Derek about it, just like we saw in the movie.)

And when Eli is the one grieving the loss of his father, the only parent he probably ever knew in his whole life, Noah does it again. He gives the jeep to someone who's grieving the loss of a beloved and cared member of their family.

Stiles' mother was the first owner of the jeep, the one who chose it among who knows how many other cars, and it helped Stiles with his grief when she died.

Derek towed the jeep in and managed to fix it despite all odds and the tons of duct tape Stiles had put on it and when he died, the jeep passed to Eli in order to help him with his own grief.

Both times Noah was the one who gave the jeep to the one in pain, was the one who understood grief better than most and knew how to help and was the one who knew about it all.

So yeah, somehow to me, it does make sense.

The jeep is the "grief-helper" and Noah knows about it all.

Number four:

The meaning of the jeep itself is also very fascinating, especially if you look at it poetically and also how Noah is, somehow, always the deliverer.

Like I said before, maybe it's really about the jeep itself and what it represents to the people who drives it (Stiles and Eli). Because for both it's a reminder of someone who they loved tremendously and that are now gone (Stiles' mother and Derek).

Also there's Noah.

Noah, man of justice and single father, that gives the jeep to children/teenagers who lost their parents, cause somehow Noah knows the value of the jeep, or better what people makes it when they know its story.

(Somehow I managed to merge a bit of this theory with the third one, in fact they are pretty connected)

And this is it.

Thank you for have read so far! (And sorry if there are any errors, english is not my first language)

- let me know if you have questions and maybe also what you think, if you want my inbox is open for everything and always remember this is just what I think also, all the sentences in blue could be a post on their own, so let me know if you'd like that!-

[witchthewriter]

𝑆𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @perseephoneee.

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡 𝑀𝑐𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙! You two would click so much!!! Honestly, he would feel so comfortable around you. He would support you 100%, and you would DEFINITELY feel comfortable enough around him to let your goofy side out - he would love seeing that side of you.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You are his everything, girlie, he absolutely ADORES YOU. He thinks you're wonderful, you bring so much joy into his life!

Scott took ages to start calling you pet names, because he didn't want you to think of him as cringey. But when you started getting closer, he felt comfortable enough to call you names like, "sweetheart," "beautiful," "gorgeous."

You're the heart of the group, everyone seems to come to you whenever they have a problem or issue with ... anything. You're like the mother of the group while Scott is the father :')

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Take A Chance On Me by ABBA

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

Aggressively Supportive & Protective Of One Another

Sun (You) x Moon (Scott)

You Confessed Your Love When Thinking He Was Unconscious

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

He loves how courageous you are - he knows that even when Beacon Hills is infested with dangerous creatures, you don't cower and hide. You face it head on, even if your knees are shaking, you won't back down.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Lydia! But I also feel like Stiles when you get to know him more while hanging out at Scott's place. Lydia and you had grown up together, and while there was a period where you were distant, she eventually came to her senses, and asked to hang out again.

𝐓𝐎𝐆

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛! (I'm sorry I didn't know which gif to use and I kinda like this actor for the role of Dorian anyway-) I was going to ship you with Chaol but I feel like he wouldn't ... get your goofy side. To me Chaol is too stoic. Dorian is flirtacious and mischevious and fun to be around. But he knows responsibility and has that stability you'd need.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

With his magic, he can do amazing things! He likes to show off whenever you're around, even when you've been together for a while, he still likes seeing that astonishment in your eyes

Will listen to you and support you no matter what. Dorian would always make time for you!

Shows you his love through gift giving, physical touch and words of affirmation. He loves holding you, peppering kisses over your face. And you have so many shiny jewels and necklaces and earrings and rings that you have endless choices of what you can wear.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Burning Desire by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

They probably hate me (You) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (Dorian)

Bashful (You) x Shameless (Dorian)

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Dorian loves that he can be himself around you and not be judged. He hasn't had that with many people - and those that he has ... well they no longer live. When he realised that you're a safe person, he promised that he would protect you no matter what. Nothing was going to harm you.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Lysandra! She would be the best girl best friend ever! She loves sleep overs and brings all your favourite snacks. Even though she lives in Terrasen, she still comes for visits and brings Evangeline and you have a girls' night. It's so sweet!

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐼 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑃𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟! His personality is a lot like Scott - they both have this need to protect people, to help others and put themselves on the line so others will be okay. They sacrifice. And I think Peter would absolutely love you! I'm serious - he would feel so light around you, like nothing bad could happen to him.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Most definitely takes you ... swinging? Flying? Oh you know! - the thing with the webs and you cling to him like there's no tomorrow. Yeah, he does that.

Strokes your hair whenever you fall asleep on him (he absolutely LOVES when you fall asleep on him). Even if you snore, or talk in your sleep, he wouldn't care one bit

Whenever he's nervous, you make him dance. Either with you, like hand in hand, or just standing beside each other and doing the most random movements. It really helps him get out of his head.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

We're A Team by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 

You Fell First, But They Fall Harder

Malewife (Peter) x Girlboss (You)

Forever In Their Honeymoon Stage

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

He loves your silly side! Peter hates having to think about everything he does, and how he must seem to everyone. He may not seem like the type who cares what people think - but he can't help it. And then you come along and show him that other's opinions don't matter. You teach him things, and that's what he loves about you too.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅  

Kate Bishop! You guys are quite similar, but I think you have a more solid way of existing - even though you don't have an earth sign in your big 3! You'd get into shenanigans with Kate, but help keep her head out of the clouds too much.

[murdcrofcrows]

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full name: sebastian 'bash' ashley owens nicknames: bash, baz, zebby gender / pronouns: trans man, he/him age & birthday: 27, december 27th occupation: dealer, con artist, thief gang affiliation: the jade tribe, soldier orientation & status: bisexual kinsey scale 3, single strengths: witty, bold, resilient, charismatic weaknesses: mischievous, reckless, manipulative character inspo: ziggy sobotka (the wire), ashtray (euphoria), jesse pinkman (breaking bad), stiles stilinski (teen wolf), carl gallagher (shameless us),

diving deeper -

*     ◟    :    〔   elliot fletcher ,      trans man  +   he/him   〕  SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ OWENS,      some say you’re a  TWENTY SIX YEAR OLD  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both   WITTY and RECKLESS,  one can’t help but think of  CHOKE  by   I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME when you walk by.    are you still a    SOLDIER, DEALER    at    JADE TRIBE ,     even with your reputation as the THE DIRTBAG?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    PICKING FIGHTS THAT HE CAN’T WIN, A HEALTHY DISTATE FOR AUTHORITY, QUIET CONVERSATIONS AND TRANSACTIONS IN DARK CORNERS,    although we can’t help but think of ZIGGY SOBOTKA (THE WIRE), ASHTRAY (EUPHORIA), and JESSE PINKMAN (BREAKING BAD) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.   

BACKGROUND.

tw: death, drugs, body dysmorphia

he crawled straight out of the trash piles of fresh kills landfill in staten island, new york. at least that was the running joke in the family. it wasn't a broken home, nor were his parents bad. his sister was normal. as far as he knew, his father was a good guy firefighter until he passed away. anytime bash thinks about it, he has to wonder what the hell was wrong with him.

from the moment he could walk he was causing trouble. constantly doing stunts, climbing things, fighting with whoever was available, making messes, etc. this only got worse as he got older, constantly exhausting his widowed mother even more. he loved her, don't get him wrong, but he couldn't help it - he lived for the rush of it all and he loved to party.

to their mother's benefit - she tried to get him some help and it worked for something. he found out why he'd always felt wrong in his own skin and one of the reasons he felt off all the time. that counselor helped set bash on the path to come out and begin hormone therapy and puberty blockers. however, that didn't change his rebellious and overall mischievous nature - though it did give him confidence and esteem where he didn't have it before.

eventually he graduated high school, the one thing he promised his mother and he had to admit he wanted to give her at least one thing to be proud about. it was likely the last thing. for his eighteenth birthday she gave him boxes, wishing him the best but it was time for him to be his own problem and learn some responsibility (that's yet to be seen)

he fell in with the jade tribe quick, to be honest it was the first place he felt like he fit in. bash loved it. he feels like he's on the top of the world and every time he does a job it only adds to the rush.

bash is good at pushing product, he's been doing quick change transactions with cash since he was a teenager so he's only gotten better at that. he's always trying to take it to the next level, constantly out and about, at social events, making sure he's always available.

he still does a lot of stupid stuff to get laughs out of people. also has a bad habit of picking fights with people that he won't win. he's a scrappy kid but he's well aware that he looks like a sick victorian child on the best of days - that's why he's gotten really good at running. he's often cracking jokes, he's aggressive when it comes to selling product, and he loves to push buttons.

currently he doesn't have an end goal, he just wants to do his job well and keep having a good time. he still drops by to see his mom, give her some money when he can but she knows it's coming from somewhere suspicious so she often turns it down. other than that he's living his best life and trying to raise a little hell everywhere he goes.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

people he annoys

people to get in fights with

childhood friends

casual relationships

platonic sleep buddies

places he crashes when he doesn't want to be alone

clients

party buddies

squad

HEADCANONS.

doesn't like to sleep alone so if he isn't able to get someone home with him (platonic or not) he will sleep on the couch or try to crash at a friends house.

not great at fighting but he tries anyways - part of this comes from struggling to build muscle mass consistently due to a high metabolism

in the same breath, he is almost always eating - talks about food a lot

more to come

[renmackree]

WIP (not) Wednesday

I was tagged by the fantastic @dear-massacre, and I know it's not Wednesday, but I never get on in time, so just... pretend.

This is my current WIP that I can share:

Abi’s brunette curls bounced as she nodded in agreement, blue eyes moving from Derek to the treeline where the wolves were playing. “If you want, Gina and I can take your shifts this weekend so you can take Eli to the Art Festival? Be a shame to miss it.”

“I think he’s going with his hockey team, so I’m all set to work. Derek answered his coworker with a half smile. He could smell her disappointment, knowing she was concerned for him. He had been about to say something when Gina came out from the underbrush with the empty bucket from her feeding. She was older than most of the other wolf care specialists, but she had more spirit than anyone else. Derek had wondered if she was a shifter herself with how timeless she seemed. 

“No, Derek. That’s the Midwest way of saying you look like shit and need to take a break.”

Abi gasped, giving Gina an incredulous look.

“He’s from California, Abs. They don’t know what Midwest passive-aggressive looks like,” Gina smiled at Derek. “It wasn’t a suggestion. You’re taking the weekend off to spend time with your son. Got it, green eyes?”

Derek wanted to argue, but once Gina set her mind to something there was no convincing her otherwise. “Fine, just let me finish up my shift.”

The woman clicked her tongue, but agreed and yanked the hose out of Derek’s hand. “Just finish putting the logs in and you can go. Mike’s coming in later to finish the clean up.”

He nodded and turned on his heel to walk into the visitor center again. Caz gave a low howl of goodbye, Derek waving at the pack leader before dipping into the offices to finish the logs. It was easy enough work, mindless and kept him from thinking about other things. It didn’t stop him from hearing the muffled conversation between Gina and Abi, however.

“He’s still not back yet?” Abi asked, concern lacing her tone. “Do you think they got a d-i-v-o-r-”

“For the love of god, you’re 43 years old, just say ‘divorce’. And no, Michael and Carl were outside the airport and heard the suits talking about Stiles coming to Washington D.C.”

Abi let out an ohhh and cleared her throat. “Is he military? Is that why they took him?”

“He was a big shot FBI man before they moved here.” Gina filled in, clearly enjoying that she knew something Abi didn’t, “My guess is he was needed for a big secret case. That’s why Derek and Eli didn’t go with him.”

“How do you know all this, Gina?” Abi sounded impressed, Derek was too. He didn’t know Gina had paid that much attention to him and his family – it was nice to know someone was looking out for them.

“Stiles and I are in a book club together, and the man gets chatty after a nice bourbon and coffee. Maybe if you joined us once in a while, you’d have more information and would stop ogling a married man.” 

I will let anyone who's writing play Non-Wip Wednesday :D

[satashiiwrites]

wip whenever

yeah this is getting long. No there’s no end in sight. Yes I’m enjoying the Sheriff’s POV.

Tagged by @outtoshatter for a wip whenever. Thanks for the tag lovely. Tagging (no pressure) @tkwritesdumbassassins @monsterrae1 @redhoodiskra @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry @kikiroo and how about @scoobybuddie. No pressure as always if you want to play along, this is just for fun.

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Title: Suspicions, from the Firefighter!Derek AU series

Fandom: Teen Wolf, borrowing of a few characters from 911 Lonestar that pop in from time to time.

Working summary:

Noah had his suspicions about the Hale fire.  With Laura Hale dead and animal attacks increasing exponentially, he knows that Derek is not the problem but possibly an answer to the question of what is going on in Beacon Hills. 

Tags/warnings: timeline what timeline? ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE people! Firefighter!Derek (see series). Whump and angst for Derek! Sheriff Stilinski figures it all out, TW canon levels of violence and mayhem. FIRST DRAFT (ish).

Noah gets to go home at a regular time for once. Stiles is home and does the whole dog and pony show of being annoyed about his grounding, but he still makes dinner all the same—tofu stir fry and brown rice. 

His son is not punishing Noah for grounding him. He is quote-unquote “worried about his dad’s health” and giving Noah a heart-healthy meal to make up for all his dietary indiscretions when Stiles can’t monitor him. His son’s spies—Roberta and Bobbie—had told Stiles about the trips to the local diner for lunch three days in the last week. 

Even Claudia and her crunchy granola self would have said that the stir fry lacked flavor, if healthy, and was somewhat sad looking. Noah just tries to swallow without tasting it after the first few bites. 

“So, what’s new at school?” Noah asks, making conversation. 

“Not much.”  

Stiles is mostly pushing his own stir fry around his plate instead of eating it. Noah knows that Stiles actually likes the healthy food that he makes, so something is bothering his kid. 

“And Scott?”  

Hit landed. Stiles’ jaw clenches, and his eyebrow twitches, telling Noah that Scott is the source of Stiles’ current agitation. 

“He’s dating this new girl, Allison.”

“A new girl? “Allison, who? I don’t think you’ve mentioned her before.”

“Allison Argent. Her family just moved back to town—she lives in the Heights.”

The Heights was the wealthier part of town and a new subdivision that Mitchel Martin had developed about fifteen years ago. The last name Argent was familiar somehow but not ringing any immediate bells. However, the face his son had made told Noah that Stiles wasn’t one hundred percent happy that Scott was dating her. 

“Is this Scott’s first girlfriend?”

Stiles rolls his eyes at him. “You know it is, Dad.”

Ah. It looks like Melissa might owe him twenty bucks as she’d been sure Stiles would finally get a date from Lydia Martin before her son would find a girl, given Stiles’ five-year plan that they’d both laughed over. “Scott ditching you for her?”

His son huffs, annoyed, and waves his fork around in agitation, punctuating his speech. “Yeah. Everything’s Allison this and Allison that. Ohh Allison, you’re pretty brown eyes and long flowing hair.”

Noah nods. He remembers what it could be like when he and his friends first discovered girls (and boys). The rearrangement of priorities could strain even the strongest of friendships, and Stiles had picked Scott over Jackson in the third grade when Rafael and Melissa had divorced. Since then, it’d been Scott-and-Stiles for everything, and now it wasn’t, and Scott was leaving Stiles behind for a girl. 

“He ignoring you for her?”

“Yeah. He’s being stupid over her.”

“How so?”

“Doing stupid stuff, Dad. Showing off,” Stiles grumbles, then takes a vicious bite of tofu, jaw working the food aggressively. “Doesn’t think of consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?”

Stiles pauses, eyes dropping to his plate and suddenly fascinated by the little pieces of vegetables, and shrugs. “Just school and stuff.”

Noah suspects the ‘and stuff’ is more than just hanging out with Stiles and maybe explains why Stiles has been poking his nose into things he shouldn’t as of late. However, Scott had called the tip line, so where did Derek come into this?

“So, how’d you meet Derek Hale?”

Another direct hit—Stiles looks up at the mention of Derek’s name, and a faint creeping blush starts covering his son’s neck. “Just ran into him,” he squeaks. 

“And when was that?”

Stiles is again fascinated by his food. “A few days ago.”

Noah wonders if Stiles has figured out he plays for both teams yet.

“It was pretty cruel—what you and Scott did to him, accusing him of murdering his sister.”

Stiles has the good grace to look embarrassed. “Yeah. That wasn’t nice of us.”

“I expect better from you, kid.  She was his only family.”

The guilt he’s shoveling piles on and Stiles now is completely abashed about his actions. “I didn’t think.”

“Well, next time do.  You’re smarter than this. Think things through.”

“Yes, Dad.”

Figuring he’s made his point, Noah switches topics. “So what sort of report am I going to get tomorrow when I go to your teacher conferences?”

Stiles gulps. “Um… depends on what you’re wanting.”

“Turning in work on time, no behavioral issues,” Noah starts to list off.

“You uh… might want to redefine the no behavioral issues…”

Well, at least it sounds like Stiles is turning in his homework on time.

[kingofangst]

So here's to creating my Teen Wolf Fanfic that will be a canon AU, and will include a character of my creation who becomes the silent observer of certain events in the first two seasons. However despite my characters observations, I will write out and modify the plot and give all characters written time and developments that they deserve. So...HERE IT IS ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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The Wings Of An Enigmatic

Chapter 1: Veiled Insights

The Crowded Halls of the high school echoed the grim nature. What was usually a cacophony of chatter, lockers opening and closing, cheers and rough housing were whispers and conversations of a turbulent and gruesome event that happened.

The event of school bus driver Garrison Myers found brutally injured with critical wounds littering his skin, as well as his blood smeared over the broken back door of a school bus.

Seraph, listening to each conversation of each student, observes and sharpens his hearing while taking out his calculus text book and his folders. He acts in his mundane activities to get started in class while listening to other students. He finds it blasphemy that the Alpha attacked a school bus driver out of sheer violence.

Of course...there has to be a reason why. A beast does not attack a prey without reason. His hearing picks up on two very distinct voices.

Scott McCall, and his sarcastic but annoying comrade, Mieczyslaw Stilinski, or rather the neurodivergent likes to be called, 'Stiles'.

Scott is an amusing one to Seraph. The bespectacled teenager observed him since the day of the Lacrosse tryouts from the bleachers. The once asthmatic and nerdy teenager that Seraph remembers Scott to be, changed over the break to a teenager who showed athletic prowess, sharp hand to eye coordination, agility, super strength, and speed. The night of Beacon Hills first game only proved it and connected the dots for Seraph as he watched Scott coordinate the game, as well as hearing his subtle but aggressive growl that night of the game from the field to the bleachers.

Seraph knows Scott McCall is a freshly bitten Beta Werewolf, with Scott's best friend and a certain, werewolf Hale heir being the only ones aware of this.

Seraph felt the anxious aura of Scott as the former took out a pen for his notebook.

"She's not responding to any of my messages!" Scott utters rapidly to Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure she's alright Scotty. Probably not here yet." Despite Stiles assurances, Scott is not calm.

"Just help me find her."

Her? Oh that's right, the Argent heiress of the famous Argent hunting family. Allison Argent.

Seraph clarifies internally. He finds it odd for a werewolf to fall in love with the daughter of the Argents. Despite Allison not being aware of her heritage, it is noted that her appearance when she first arrived in Beacon Hills only noted one thing and that is the fact that the Argents are back in Beacon Hills for hunting business. They are back to seek out the monster who is causing havoc and is responsible for the death of Laura Hale. It's not like the Argents care about the latter.

Which explains why Derek Hale is suddenly in Beacon Hills. Perhaps...the Alpha is related to the Hale family?

The sound of a locker getting smashed caught Seraph's ears, but he only moved his eyes as he sees Scott punch a locker in pure frustration. Seraph held back an amused chuckle to himself when he realized that Scott broke the locker of Jackson Whittemore. Serves the egomaniac bastard right.

Seraph closes his locker to get ready for class. Out of his peripheral vision he sees Scott accidentally bump into Allison with her books dropped to the floor. Feeling Scott's relieved aura, the bespectacled teenager inquired that maybe...just maybe...Scott was present last night and assumed that he hurt Allison. But he is well aware the Latino teenager was trying to help the bus driver. Sadly, the Alpha's strength was inevitable to overcome.

Someone bumps into Seraph, but the teenager maintains his stance and instead looks, gazing up to see a tall dirty blonded teenager with a small but healing bruise on his eye. Seraph can smell the scent of dry blood and aura of misery and fear. The teen was none other than Isaac Lahey.

"I-I am so sorry I didn't m-mean to bump into you." Isaac quietly stumbles over his words. Seraph felt extremely bad for this passionate and artistic teenager.

"Do not worry, Lahey. I am perfectly unscathed as you can see." Seraph reassures Isaac. But through those broken blue eyes, the dark academia teen knew Isaac is going through something despicable.

Seraph steps a little forward with an inquiring gaze. "Lahey, are you okay?"

That causes the tall teenager to slightly recoil before he puts his walls back up and a guarded expression.

"I'm fine. I should go, don't want to disturb you or your academics." Isaac announces defensively, the tone of bitterness mixed with misery sounds over Seraph's ears. As much as he wants to help the teenager who is now walking away, what could Seraph do by just sensing aura and being able to read his mind? Sure he can show his mother, a well known and fierce attorney and Esquiress, but abused victims defend their parents as a psychological mechanism thinking they are the bad ones.

Even though Seraph's father, a political representative of Beacon Hills has such endless connections to help Isaac, he doesn't want to put the tall teenager through more trauma and end up at the behest and care of foster homes. Seraph will do what he does best, and that is to remain neutral.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Machiavelli of Beacon Hills and my academic rival, Kingfisher." A haughty and feminine tone procures his surname. Seraph rolls his eyes as he is very familiar with that queen bee tone.

Seraph faces the girl of 5'3 feet with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. Dresses in designer clothes and make up, is the popular queen bee and intellectual Lydia Martin. The two of them are academic rivals: both being at the top of their classes and grades all A++, as well as attaining honor rolls and GPAs over 4.0. The two of them would go on endless debates in history class regarding certain subjects of interests. However he finds her popularity and material girl attitude to please Jackson, her jock boyfriend, to be diminishing of her own character. Nevertheless, the two of them have respect for one another.

"Ah, pardonez-moi, mademoiselle Martin. Qu'est-ce que ma présence exige de toi?" Seraph sarcastically greets in French, doing a dramatic bow as if he finished a Shakespeare play.

Lydia does a exceptional eye roll at his antics. "Such exquisite French. Yet I don't understand why you needed to impersonate Katniss Everdeen's bow as a greeting."

"I'm dramatic. It's part of my charm and classical aesthetic." Seraph quips, looking back at her nonchalantly.

"You have weird ways of being charming and having class. Sadly how you input it doesn't suit my tastes. But then again, I do applaud your fashion sense. It's timeless and embraces your dark academic look." Lydia points out to Seraph's outfit. A black long-sleeved wool sweater with a white button down underneath, adorned by a gray wool blazer. With that is the bottom set black tweed trousers and gray dress shoes.

"Why thank you for your impeccable fashion advice, material girl." Seraph comments. Said girl does an exasperated sigh before walking to Allison.

"You try to compliment the man yet he takes it as an urge to use a witty remark." Lydia responds for the both of them to hear while walking away. Seraph bows once again before her and then heads off to his calculus class knowing he will see the strawberry blonde again.

Another observant day awaits.

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So...what did you all think? What is Seraph and what do you think his intentions are? Chapter 2 is to be posted this weekend.

@rhyslahey this is what I will show you. Season 1 with Isaac coming in early. Sadly this angsty hours for our favorite boy.

(If you guys want to be put in a tag-list for this series, let me know and I will add you on for updates)

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I just wanted to give a fic recommedation for everyone bored over winter break! Fractured Starlight by Gia279 is a true treat!

Thank you! I love fic recs.

Fractured Starlight by Gia279 

(33/33 I 64,025 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is driving home when a werewolf pops out of his trunk like a demented jack-in-the-box, aggressive, confused, and with no memory of who he is or how he got in there. Stiles has no choice but to take him through the protected borders of Willow Pass so he can figure out what's going on and if this strange werewolf is a danger to his coven.

[clotpolesonly]

Give me a Headcanon about Stiles working somewhere and his boss being an absolute dick (think a la The Devil Wears Prada), but it’s such a good move for his career, he doesn’t quite know what to do. How does he deal with it? How does Derek deal with it? (ofc this is sterek, I’m nothing but predictable).

It's his supervising agent or whomstever when he's entry level at the FBI (i do not know how the FBI is structured lmao, just go with it). he's trying to be on his best behavior, cuz he is NEVER gonna get a chance like this again, and if he blows it here he's gonna have to go back to Beacon Hills and be a deputy and work under his dad and he will literally just straight up die if he has to do that.

but his boss is the wooooorst. he's condescending and dismissive, passive aggressive as fuck, never takes anything Stiles says seriously, treats him like a fucking intern, still hasn't even gotten around to learning Stiles' goddamn NAME. he's about to snap.

he's honestly not sure when Derek got into town. by the time he reveals himself to Stiles, he's already like.....got an apartment downtown and stuff. like, he is settled in. he never really says why he came to town, but Stiles thinks it might be so that the pack human isn't completely on his on this side of the continent (Jackson and Danny both ended up settling near enough to MIT that Lydia could call them in an emergency, but no one else ended up on the east coast with Stiles). he tried to be mad about it for a minute, but honestly he was getting kinda lonely and homesick so having Derek around is nice and he's decided to let himself embrace Derek as his new (local) best friend.

ANYWAY, so he unloads on Derek about what an absolute dick his supervising agent is and how he can't DO anything about it because the guy is absolutely 100% petty enough to tank his career prospects in retaliation if he does.

Derek's advice? go over his head. make friends with his boss's boss. play the long game, make sure that guy absolutely LOVES HIM, and then casually make mention of The Asshole's behavior, in one of those self-effacing "oh don't worry, it's fine, i'm being so brave about it" kind of ways, and then let the big boss take care of it on his behalf uwu

Stiles is......frankly stunned 😂 he's really used to Derek solving problems with his fists, he was expecting Derek to offer to beat the guy up for him or something. aaaaand that's when he remembers that Talia Hale was a politician. Derek may not like political maneuvering, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to utilize it when necessary.

it's genius, and it works like a charm. Derek lends his super-hearing so they can eavesdrop on the big boss and find out his interests, which Stiles just so happens to adopt as his own new interests, and his super-sniffer, so they can track the guy's movements and just so happen to bump into him in a few random places.

it's all very cloak and dagger and it turns out to be great fun, scheming with Derek to screw over his supervisor.

on the day the supervisor gets transferred to another office (the big boss did not like the way he spoke to his nice young friend, who is both a very promising rookie agent and a fellow avid birdwatcher who helped him find a prothonotary warbler to photograph), Stiles kisses Derek. he kisses him SO GOOD.

happily ever after, the end

-takes a bow-

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sleepover weekend!! ask me things!!